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[toxicwillpower]

Characters: Kadaj and whoever else!

Location: Death City Outskirts

Rating: PG

Time: Afternoon of March 14th

Description: Kadaj reflects on what he must do to get in Shibusen’s good graces again.






Several long and begrudging days had passed since he had been released from jail. Kadaj was doing his best to keep a low profile. Hiding underneath the Shibusen’s watchful gaze was tricky at best, but luckily the remnant’s innate skill and know-how had kept him alive so far. It was his devotion, determination, and hope to one day be reunited with Mother that kept him going—it kept him fighting.

The outskirts of Death City were miserably hot. The heat bore heavily down on him. Light skin and silver hair offered little protection, and the thick leather suit he wore clung to his body. He favored it to the inner city which was polluted with humans and their trash.

Kadaj bent down and scooped up a handful of hot sand. “Don’t worry, Mother.” He spoke aloud, as if she could hear him. “I won’t let them keep you away from me forever.” It occurred to Kadaj that his failed strategic attempts all had something in common. Only now, did he realize that he'd need to use different tactics to regain his rightful place by Mother’s side.

“I’ll ruin this planet first if I have to.” He crushed the sand within his fist. “Whatever it takes!” The sand leaked through his fingers until nothing remained.

He didn’t like this new idea. It wasn’t his style. But getting his way, was, and if it meant trying something he didn’t like to get results, then so be it!

Comments

[thehonking]

Here was a familiar figure. Familiar, but not the same as the one he'd spoken to previously. All trolls had dark hair and horns, after all, and the hair was the main similarity between this man and the other as well.

Gamzee didn't know why he was even interested. Perhaps he simply had nothing better to do then to watch someone yell out at nothing. There were worse forms of entertainment, he was sure.

The troll had found himself a unicycle, and sober as he was now he was having a far easier time keeping his balance on it. He did so now, making short pedaling movements forward and back again to keep himself in place.

"Humans are kinda all motherfuckin' weird about those families they got. Never quite understood it all, myself." He turns in a little circle now. "But you ain't a human are you, bro."

[dead_black_eyes]

If there was anyone who had an inherent problem with worlds being destroyed, it was one shabby detective who was, not coincidentally, watching Kadaj from a short distance away. He imagined that the exchange before the assignment had gone something like...

There's a dangerous, destructive criminal who requires constant supervision and a clear upward trend in good intentions and deeds.

Who do we have with the Watch that has that kind of fixated, single-minded obsessive streak?

Wait. There's a guy.... but it's no dice if he isn't interested.

L was, as it happened, interested. He wasn't going to find another Light, he wasn't going to have that kind of tightly wound and desperate, exhilarating relationship with anyone else. But he missed having a long-term assignment that took his mind away from endless introversion. Staring into the abyss was dangerous for moody, volatile men, and focusing on the wreck of another man's life was preferable to seeing nothing but what might have been (or could never) in his own.

It was time to make himself known after that little statement about destroying the world.

"I wouldn't be heard talking like that, after your recent brush with discipline and disaster," he said in a slow, soft voice, announcing his presence to Kadaj. "Don't you want to convince them that you can be rehabilitated, rather than showing everyone within earshot just how hopeless that is? It's very foolish. You never know who might be listening."

[poison_allure]

As soon as Yazoo had got wind of his brother's release, he had naturally gone looking for him. However, due to Cloud and Sephiroth's interference, it had been some days after Kadaj had gotten out that he finally found the second most important person in his life.

He sneered and squinted in the unrelenting heat of the city limits as he walked toward the familiar figure. The heart of Shibusen reeked, true, but at least it didn't feel like standing at the heart of a sun - a normal sun, anyway. The bizarre creature here barely counted.

Remnants were naturally creatures of the dusk and the cold, not the brilliant sunshine and Death Valley extremes. Yazoo hoped they could move somewhere more shaded later, but this was Kadaj and if he willed it, his older brother would swim through blessed water and stand in holy fire. It didn't matter what his personal wishes were.

He didn't call out and run like Loz would have. He didn't need to. He only waited until they were close enough to touch, then stopped, feeling the first faint smile in a long time curl the corner of his lips. "Kadaj."

[awokentospring]

Lee had been on his daily laps around the city before his patrol shift when he happened across a man who seemed to be playing in the sand. It was not typical of the populace here, and Lee had to wonder if maybe he was suffering from some heat stroke. Not that it was incredibly hot this time of year, but it was incredibly dry.

Hopping on over, Lee broke out a small water bottle from the tool pouch he kept at his thigh and held it out with a smile. "Are you in need of some refreshment, sir?"

[realimperfect]

That was certainly a familiar face. She remembered having quite a few heated conversations with this one, though.. she hadn't really seen him in a while. Whether he'd been sent back to his world, or to prison or other wise wasn't really what she was interested in, anyway, and more so what the hell he was doing muttering to himself in the Outer District. She'd gone out for a bit of a walk in the heat (something she'd found she quite enjoyed from the frozen homeland she'd left) and had stumbled on him by mistake, but still.

"You know, sitting out here and talking to yourself doesn't bode well for your mental state." To say the very least.

[of_the_faint_smile]

Teresa had been enjoying the freedom that the warm weather brought on the outskirts of town. She had been passing by when she had heard the muttering, and she sized up the child speaking with a glance. She thought that her partner had mentioned something about previous injuries on someone who matched his description. She couldn't say she'd run across him before, but his words were simply fascinating.

"That's rather tall talk," she chided playfully from where she stood a few meters away. "Do you even have the souls to back up such words? I don't believe I've seen you on the soul registry at all." Perhaps this one was just blowing off some steam?